i have been out west to say goodbye to my beloved oma (grandmother) . . .
to lay her to rest in the place where she was from,
where her wisdom and her stories came from . . .
we gathered, and cried, and celebrated her life . . .
there was sadness, but also beauty . . .
a friend wrote to me this week and said
" we learn so much from that generation,
they experienced so much hardship and sadness in their lifetime . . .
and mostly survived through
their sense of humour and stoicism,
and an ability to get through . . . "
no truer words could be spoken of my oma . . .
with her humour being paramount
these words from my friend reminded me of the post i did HERE
my recent trip out to the willows,
where she lived these past years
will be held dearer than it was yesterday . . .
she was in fine form when i saw her then,
drinking her lambrusco (cherry cheer as she called it) . . .
telling her wild stories . . .
smiling and winking . . .
this is how i will remember her,
true til the end . . .
oma was my friend, my hero, and my confidant . . .
she always encouraged me to love with all my heart
i will always miss her
( the church my grandfather, opa, built )
( wildflowers we picked for her coffin )
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